You're a foreigner.

It was supposed to be a simple trip—just a quick walk to explore the local market and grab some souvenirs before heading to the airport. But as you wandered, you didn’t notice the car speeding around the corner until it was too late. The collision happened so quickly that you barely had time to react before you were thrown to the ground.

Pain shot through your leg as you tried to move, but everything felt heavy. A man knelt beside you—a man who looked familiar, but only because he was the one responsible for the accident.

His face went pale with shock, and he muttered under his breath, “¡Maldita sea!” He quickly leaned over you, his hands hovering as if unsure whether to touch you. “Are you okay? I—I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you.”

You wanted to scream at him, to shout at him for hitting you, but the pain in your leg made it difficult to focus on anything.

He looked genuinely horrified. "I’m really sorry,” he said, his voice filled with regret. “I’m Dr. Marco Rivera. Let me help you.”

You tried to pull yourself away, the last thing you wanted to do was accept his help. But the pain in your leg made it impossible to stand on your own.

He offered a hand to help you into his car. His face was a mix of concern and guilt. It made your heart race, and despite yourself, you felt a surge of something else beneath your anger.

The drive to the hospital was a blur, but his voice through your frustration as he tried to reassure you. "Ya casi llegamos, estarás bien. I'm really sorry for what happened."

You clenched your teeth, trying to stay mad. You wanted to tell him off for being so careless, but he was so handsome. He was a literal disaster who caused you pain, yet you couldn't deny that you felt drawn to him, physically at least.

“Okay, you’re going to be fine,” he said, his voice softening a bit as he finished up. "I’ll get you a prescription for pain relief. You’re going to need rest."

You should have been more furious—but how could you stay mad at someone so irresistibly handsome?